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If women never liked you when you were poor,

that must twist you all up.

So they call you forth for refreshing acts of humiliation.

What did you learn this from?

Ambassador, the ambassador got to town already loaded.

And he'd be even richer when he leaves,

just without my mother.

Your mother also wanted Nico.

She tried to hire you too.

She always wants what I want.

Or have any Nico?

Maybe.

Or maybe she's just afraid that you'll Make Love to me

before you find out just how terrible

I am.

That's a terrible idea.

Why?

Why?

Because I'm in your employ.

Because you're half my age.

Because you're so beautiful, I lose my bearings.

What can we do then?

We can't do that.

We can dance.

I spent six years with the nuts

just so my mother could be a flash eyed Colleen

with

her hands on her hips.

She had to play the Virgin for 15 years.

Gosh.

Although you surrender in each picture naturally.

And all the while the ambassador was.

Advising her financially.

Has he ever advice you naturally?

You mean has he ever touched me?

Suppose I do.

That's the wrong question.

Pardon me, you're terrible.

The worst lover?

Expect me to believe that.

Dance is good.

For now.

I have to be somewhere.

Should I come back here after?

Stay over.

As friends.

And never works.

I don't intend to.

Ohh.

The puzzle has many.

I don't know exactly what you're gonna find.

You won't find a dragon.

Have to kill it.

Fair enough.

The night.

Good night for the party.

Looking at.

The.

Call young.

Claire, how are you?

What did?

They didn't go well.

Where's your camera, Mr Barlow?

Don't have one?

Do you have any idea how much that photo would have been worth?

Are they breaking any laws?

Only the laws of attraction.

I, for one, would pay big money.

For an account of all of you 217.

He's old enough to be her father.

But then.

So were you.

It was burning holes.

Arthur ran the number plate of your visitor last night.

Yeah.

And car belonged to Dorothy Quincannon.

So.

So of all the people in Los Angeles

who do not fuck

with the new ambassador who opened

the Pacific Studios with bootleg money

and his mistress are top of the list.

Everybody's better connected than us.

Ever wonder what the attraction was?

About the mother and the daughter.

Maybe both?

You are a very sick man.

LAPD found that Peter.

Where is.

She'll wait till we get.

She was she shot with my gun.

No.

She wasn't shot.

Deep continuous transverse wound

to the anterior triangles of the neck,

cutting both

Venus, not terial structures.

Injuries not compatible with life.

Image of Thrones cut I was after the little cigarettes,

the knuckle dusters,

the knife

raped.

My God.

Guys.

You're not gonna like this.

Hey, you.

Yeah, that's the sister of the man you identified 2 weeks ago.

It was killed outside the cabaret club.

His head was squashed like a pumpkin.

Are you aware of that?

Making note of that in your report, Doc.

I just do the body.

Just make a note of it.

Make it burning.

When things get down dirty, rank and file don't like it,

not even in county.

Last warning.

Joe.

Come on.

The blue car came in an hour ago.

The two suspects in Tijuana get out.

That's the respray.

Yep.

Who's that?

As the Bentley of Mr Lou Hendrix, the lendrick Sam.

So he's a member like the Mexicans.

I want you to go after these fucks like a rat terrier in a closet.

I don't want to know anything about it.

Or come on, Bernie, towards yourself.

I still have a pension, you know.

Fair enough.

We own big Canyon.

We'll block the world doing our community faces.

Get down that rattle how, no matter how.

Fair enough.

Come on.

Let's do this.

You look like shit.

Fair enough.

So you know the real shit doesn't go down in the

until the early hour.

So once you're in, you gotta wait and wait.

Fair enough.

Remember.

You're the guy can idea that Mexicans, so watch your coins.

Fair enough.

Hey, let's get my badge back.

Is that what you want?

Right.

Oh

yes, man.

I'll be right down.

You're a long, long way from Tipperary Dorothy.

Where is this called?

It's called my girlfriend.

A Mickey.

Girls.

Boys.

Everyone coke.

I've given us some thought

and I'd like to fill out an application.

Not polite.

I did because I don't feel polite this fine evening.

Let's have a drink, talk about it.

You heard about Lynn Peterson?

Tragic thing.

They don't do that.

The police won't touch you, but they're expecting that I will.

I have nothing to do with Lynn Peterson or Nicole Peterson.

This is Los Angeles.

People are on the make.

Why would they hear on the make?

His sister was a cabana whore with a junk habit.

She worked for you.

You're a pimp.

I don't control the place.

I'm not the boss who is.

Dorothy Quincannon, they have bassador.

How little you know it's tomorrow.

I do know a guy named Lou Hendricks.

You might know him too, as people call my people.

Going down the rabbit hole, Floyd.

I might even take you with me.

We'll need that drink then.

We can join Lou Hendricks down below.

Beating around the wolves doesn't give me much, does it?

Must be the military training.

OK, I'll have that drink.

It's very difficult to balance your many obligations,

the various interests of all the

people, powerful people.

Discretion is a thing that we provide

and you take protection

and return very, very serious

protection.

Mr Marlow.

Now you all know the full extent of it.

I appreciate your difficulties, Mr Hanson.

It's difficult to run a whorehouse.

Not of anyone know it is 1.

Especially when you're also in the narcotics business.

There's an awful lot you don't understand about narcotics.

About managing.

Grabada club in Brussels

leave me alone to to manage the place.

I don't problem them when difficulties arise.

Lots of difficulties are how should we say?

Hard for me to deal with alone.

Like the whore.

Play ball.

Girl or boy?

What is interesting, it seems like.

Well, the stoop.

Was far too interested.

My little something.

Are you all right, Mr Marlow?

I would have thought you'd be a man who could hold his liquor.

Seems I was wrong.

As you go to sleep.

I want you to consider.

The whereabouts of the computers were never the issue.

It was the whereabouts of what Nico had in his possession.

We'll get to the bottom of those issues without your help.

Remember the guy here?

You were never A-Team player.

Never went along to get along.

See where it gets you.

You're dying.

Hello.

Ohh.

In all the old familiar places that this heart and mind

would raise

all the way through.

Much more.

Be seen

in every lovely summer.

That's life.

I'll find you with the morning sun and when the night.

Seeing you.

You're right here.

You're weak.

This must be yours.

He didn't drink it.

I remembered what happened to Alice in Wonderland

when she bit the mushroom.

You pretended, and you should have known who offers the wheels a cocktail.

No Hendrix.

They're working them over real bad.

That's him shackled up inside, I guess.

Yeah, I'm speaking Greek soon.

Promise you'll never do that to me.

If I help you out of here.

Will you help me?

But yeah.

Crank up the volume.

Two dead boys from Tijuana.

See where this gets you.

You're making this hard for me.

Much too hard.

What else do you do for new entries?

Too damn much if you ask me.

Sweet.

Hey.

We both go in there.

Are both coming out alive, yeah,

agreed Mr Model.

Awfully sick of this Jew.

Where is she?

There is no.

The one that you bought.

What do you do with this?

Just shave it.

Here are nose and throat jobs, huh?

I have people who do that for me.

Do you?

So do I.

So do I.

Yeah.

In that order.

Make him tell us.

Serena.

Hey, Serena.

In ornamental over there.

You need.

Readers are fucking mermaid.

You got it working.

I suspect that's it.

Say this in Spanish.

Yes, well, it wasn't beyond your capabilities

to save the fucking money.

You just broke the Hendricks bag.

Sorry, boss, it'll take you years to pay them back.

Mr Hendricks.

That's not fair as the progeny of sharecroppers.

Cedric, you should know.

Life isn't fair.

You're right.

Not physical fear.

Expected to see Greece in June.

Recent tarantulas.

Instead, is entirely made of soft tissue.

So figure.

Shelly.

Knew better.

Easy way.

Baby.

The baby's father rather better.

What will I find inside?

Project.

How many

forgot to count?

Ohh Little Hendricks, Floyd Hanson,

2 gentlemen from Tijuana

and one busted mermaid.

Mermaid.

It's a run.

now very wet.

You are.

His wheels.

What now, Cedric?

Probably will spill some significant blood.

So we should stick together.

I'll be driving for the month.

I have my own bills.

Of course you do.

And consider the park.

Well, well,

if it isn't Mr Niko Peterson.

So.

You're not dead.

They're quite the detective.

What do you want?

You've been looking into the circumstances of my demise.

My determination for some time

has been that reports of her death

are greatly exaggerated.

I'll say no, not your sisters.

My half sisters, my father's wild days in Acapulco.

So you won't be spilling any tears.

She is dead, I know.

She did not die pleasantly.

I couldn't help that you could help yourself, though.

I happened to have something everybody wants

more dope.

Much better than dope.

You were all too much for me.

All I am is a working stiff.

Need to get to Claire.

Will do everything in my power to put you both together

and never see any of you again.

And give her a massage.

Will you tell her I'll meet her in the studio brought house tonight

and I'll have the

goods on the ambassador.

What have you got on him?

Just give her the message, Marla.

A few things.

I want to see it out before we decide anything.

What do you wanna know?

The body outside the kebab musician who worked the club.

Did you kill him?

No.

Did you kill him?

No.

Opportunity.

He looked like me.

I like people who looked like me.

What this Dorothy Quincannon want from you?

Or maybe she wants to fuck with the ambassador

as maybe trying to fuck her daughter.

I don't know.

Put it together, Martha.

You were the detective.

Everyone wants something on somebody else.

It's all just.

Blackmail in the end.

I'll be in the prop House.

7:30.

Tell her I've got what she wants.

I've just realised.

This is my mother's favourite table.

This is where the ambassador advises us financially.

Faster along?

Yes, I felt I needed some advice.

Financial.

More like professional.

My Mama.

It's Claire.

What a wonderful surprise, Mr Marlow.

Tea, mother scalded.

Right.

So close contract.

You know, I've so enjoyed our separate meetings

that I felt the need for us all to sit

together.

What Mr Marlow means, my dear,

is that he thinks he's too clever for the both of us.

What, have you hired me?

The other tried to.

So you both seem to want the same thing Nico left you

for a girl, all right?

A plaster mermaid full of Mexican powder.

A subject about which you claim to know nothing?

Yes.

Why don't you cut to the chase?

And ask her why she hired you.

To find Nicole Peterson hiring a detective might just be

the best way to suggest she

doesn't know where he is.

What do you think, Mother?

I'm keeping him in a shack in Rosarito.

Maybe closer.

Why don't you tell Mister Marla what you want with it?

Perhaps I am trying my best.

To save your reputation.

Well, maybe.

It's the other way around, mother.

You see, Mr Marlow?

Her lover dumped her,

the ambassador to England once done with Tinseltown.

So she's playing the only role left for her to play.

The fam fertile.

Her very own Madea.

Oh well.

It's a role that awaits us all, my dear.

Well.

You suspected one of us would do this,

but you just didn't know which one.

Did you relate it all on you?

You quite mastered the technique,

haven't you, Mr Marlow,

of upsetting the women in your

life?

There are no women in my life.

Well then, follow her.

She likes older men.

Don't worry.

I'll pay for the mess I always do.

You OK?

I don't care that I'm less than you think I am.

I'm always less than people think I am.

You're one of those people who's just lucky to be more

than we think you are.

I'll send you the balance of what I owe you.

Maybe I can charge your mother together with a finder's fee.

I found them this afternoon.

Or rather, he found me.

I walked into my little house and there he was,

Mr Niko Peterson.

Where's he now?

They'll be waiting for you at the prop.

House of Pacific Studios, 7:30 PM by the prop.

I was hoping you would tell me.

Taxi.

Hello.

With car is more than a vehicle this 300 you should tell me.

Cecile confession.

Repository of secrets.

The city's mooted as it is, in turn, combustion engine.

The city of motorists secrets they're waxing.

Philosophical.

Scenic.

Yeah, give me Mr Marlow

was a habit I inherited from my late employer.

Yeah, tendency to digress, but you did say the problems.

It did.

I have to ask myself.

And now you have to tell me, Cedric, why the Crab House?

Nicole Peterson was moving Lou Henderson's brother

through the prop House for years,

and the product is from Tijuana.

In a plaster Raven bust of Nefertiti,

a Virgin of Guadalupe, Ora.

Surrender on a matter.

See Mr Ishka, who could have worked wonders

for Pacific pitches,

but it's sadly on his

way to MGM.

Mr Hiscock, like Mr Hendrix,

always like to keep the script to himself.

But.

Meta conversations overheard from this here

for us enabled me

to do what Mr Hiscock always

matters so adoringly.

To workout the plan.

It was never really about a mermaid.

It's always about the contents of a certain briefcase,

which could bring the whole studio

down.

Where?

Nico.

You're on your own.

Did you want the full auction house maker?

Me.

My mother.

Floyd Hanson.

Lou Hendricks.

That would be difficult.

Two of them are dead.

Well, you're gonna have to start the bidding with me.

What I've got here, it's worth a fortune.

Really.

You better show me then.

All of the records.

The heroin which was flowing through a studio.

It's more than enough to ruin the ambassador's reputation

and the reputation of Pacific

pictures.

Nicole Peterson went missing with one Serena ornamental.

One hand made briefcase back with records

of every dope transaction

since he and Lou

Hendrix started business.

He was trying to sell this information to anyone he could find.

I'm a bookkeeper now.

The good one import export I kept every transaction.

You're more than a bookkeeper, Niko.

Sell tickets to the gates of hell.

Maybe that's why you like me.

I never liked you, Nika.

Trust me.

That little Claire.

You know how it is these days, Nico.

Nobody trusts anyone.

What was that sound like?

My mother's gun.

I found it in her boudoir.

Ohh fuck how bad are these?

Why you doing this?

You've always played too low.

Nico.

Take a lesson from me and go straight to the top.

Burning your books.

Is he dead, Mr Marlo?

That's why you hired.

So you could finally kill him.

It's one of the reasons.

Because the ambassador pays you off.

Amazingly laugh to after this little piece of spring cleaning.

Tell me why I shouldn't shop you.

She was far too young for me.

He was evil Incarnate.

Already dead.

How many deep sixes?

Use the side door.

Goodbye, Sir Cavendish.

Good evening, Mr Marlow.

Tell me you didn't set that fire, Marla.

No, Bernie.

You know I only put him out.

What do you think I'll find inside

the bust of Nefertiti, the Ark of the Covenant?

Maltese Falcon.

Nothing more significant.

What more could you want?

So you got caught in the crossfire between a mother and a daughter?

Never seem to learn who wins, Mr Model mother or the daughter.

Who would you put your money on with?

The ambassador?

Lose those guys.

Never lose, Cedric.

They just move on.

Mr Marlow.

She will see you now.

Thank you.

Mr Barlow.

One more.

This was the transaction.

What exactly do you mean?

Thank you.

You saved the ambassador's ass.

He lets you run things.

Is better than the bootlegging trade, don't you think?

The ambassador's moved beyond all that.

Your mother's acting again, I see.

She never stopped.

What's the story?

No.

You know, like any.

Love.

Murder.

Reconciliation.

Happy ending.

We're working on that.

So are you going to tell me why I'm here?

This is condition.

The studio needs someone to play knight in shining armour.

A spokesman of those guys outside,

they can only act in the park.

So I should say my goodbyes then.

The studio is all cleaned up, Mr Marlo.

Roosevelt's an inch from joining the war effort.

The ambassador would like to.

Reward you for your discretion.

A studio will always need its private detective.

They're offering me a job.

More than a job.

Attention.

Executive in charge of security.

We all have our secrets, Mr Barlow.

Leading men with a little peccadillos.

Leading ladies who can't function without their Mexican teachers.

We all need someone to keep us in line.

And your secrets, missus Cavendish?

You'll have to keep those too.

Not for me, missus Cavendish.

However, I can recommend someone.

I'll need references, of course.

He's a friend of mine, he's very capable.

He's dealing with many situations in the bananas, very well spoken.

And a great keeper of secrets.

Are you blackmailing me, Mr Marlowe?

Blackmail.

I would never.

I mean that to others.

Today.

She don't like books, do they, Mr Marlow?

Those nances.

They don't like many things, Cedric.

Still that Leonard Riverstone made some good movies, though.

You really like them, don't you?

Most pictures?

I certainly do.

Mr Marlow, this is Cavendish of Pacific.

Might have a passion for you as Chief of security.

That's if you're interested.

Ohh.

I'd be very interested in this moment.

I would happily recommend you.

These references, huh?

Only one thing.

But if you do, take the job.

This might come in useful.

We've all done bad things, Mr Barlow.

That gun is a memento of 1.

Very bad thing.

So you mean I can't shoot anyone with it?

Here's your Tommy gun for that.

Yeah.

It's always an option, yeah.

Street.

Dark night sky.